There were many things I expected from my day: working, complaining about my boring job, suffering through the terrible office lunch, or maybe reading a new web novel — easily the best part of my routine.But out of everything that could have happened… the one thing I never expected, did.
I died.
My name is Victor Leon. I never knew my parents and grew up in an orphanage. Honestly, I don't have many complaints about it — except that my life was painfully ordinary.
I always felt something was missing, like a subtle emptiness inside me. Something I couldn't name — only feel.
Today, as I walked the same path I always did, everything suddenly went dark.
Darkness swallowed everything.I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel — it was like existing inside absolute nothingness. I don't know how long I stayed there, until a warm light wrapped around me.
And that light… embraced me.
For the first time in my life, I felt peace. A comfort so deep it felt like being held by a mother — a feeling I had never known.
When I opened my eyes, I saw her.
The most breathtaking woman I had ever seen.
Her hair was black as a starless night. Her violet eyes looked ancient — as if they could see all things across time and existence. Her figure was divine, yet I felt no desire — only reverence. Looking at her felt sacred.
My head rested in her lap, and she gently stroked my hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I had never felt so complete. I didn't want her to stop, so I pretended to still be asleep.
She let out a soft laugh — melodic, almost otherworldly — but continued caressing my hair.
— You've been awake for a while — she said with amused affection. — Why pretend, my child?
My heart skipped.
— Who… are you?
She sighed — a sound filled with warmth, sorrow, and eternity.
— I am your mother.
Those words hit me harder than death itself. A thousand questions rushed through my mind — Where were you? Why didn't you come for me? Why was I abandoned? — but not a single one made it out of my mouth.
She didn't seem bothered by the silence.
— Long ago, I desired a child. Not out of loneliness, but so I wouldn't bear the burden of creation alone — she said softly.
Then her gaze met mine, timeless and overwhelming.
— I should introduce myself properly. I am… the Multiverse. Every plane, every dimension, every speck of existence — it is all part of my being. To create it, I sacrificed much of myself.
Her expression shifted — regret shadowing her perfect features.
— After endless eras alone, I became cold. I created demons and malevolent beings simply to entertain myself… because chaos was all I could feel.
Her fingers paused for a moment before continuing to stroke my hair.
— Then I thought: What if I had a child? And with a fragment of my essence, I conceived a life within me. You.
The way she looked at me — as if I were more precious than the entirety of creation — made my chest ache.
— But I am vast — too vast. You took over a million years to form. During that time, I learned to love every part of you. I wanted you to live as a mortal first, to understand fragility before inheriting everything.
The lifelong weight of abandonment finally slipped away.
I breathed slowly and sat up.
— So… what now? What am I supposed to do?
She smiled and gently placed my head back onto her lap.
— You are my only child. You may stay with me for eternity… or help protect what belongs to you. The choice is yours.
Both options felt heavy, but only one felt right.
— I want to help. But… how?
A proud and almost playful smile appeared on her lips.
— Across the worlds, creatures of darkness threaten life. I cannot intervene directly… my power would unbalance reality. But you can go and eliminate them.
— But I'm weak, Mother.
Her expression shifted into one of amused arrogance.
— Who do you think you are, my son? You carry my essence. You can become as strong as you wish — and I will guide you.
With a single gesture, a mirror materialized in front of me.
My breath caught.
I stood nearly two meters tall. My hair cascaded down my back like flowing night. My violet eyes glowed with a decisive, ancient power. My body was sculpted like that of a divine warrior — no unnecessary muscle, only perfection.
And… well… even my lower equipment was intimidatingly impressive.
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
— Uh… Mother… could I have clothes?
She laughed gently and snapped her fingers.
In an instant, I wore a sharp black suit — elegant and modern — and my hair shortened to a clean fade cut.
— Perfect — she said.
— Why cut my hair?
— In the world you're going to, no one has long hair like that. Once you learn to control your power, you can change it anytime.
That made sense.
— Then… where am I going first?
She looked through reality itself — her eyes scanning creation — until she found the answer.
— Teen Wolf. You know that world. It will be a suitable starting point.
A floating interface appeared before me:
[Name: Victor Leon]
[Model: None]
[Store]
— I made you a simple system — she explained. — You can access models based on characters or species from any anime, movie, or story you've encountered. The "store" is simply a vault of my creations — everything is already yours.
Then, quietly, I asked:
— And… if I want to return? I don't want to be without you again.
She cupped my cheek gently.
— I am the Multiverse. I am everywhere. I cannot enter those worlds with my full power, but I can send an avatar. Call me… and I will appear.
Relief washed over me.
She pulled me into her arms and kissed my forehead.
— When you encounter evil, you will know. Your very being will warn you. And remember, Victor…
Her voice echoed like creation itself.
— I will always be with you.
And once again, everything fell into darkness.